Posts Tagged: poem

'Twas the day before Opening and all through the park … Not a worker was idle, from dawn till past dark. Decorations were hung from the manlift with care … But no one had time to stand still and stare. When what to our GoPro cam did appear … Than our hard working crews prepping…

'Twas the end of the season And all through the park Families were leaving (It was getting dark) The children were so sad To see the day end They nearly missed the sight Just around the bend For Santa had left Just moments ago But while packing his sleigh He cried out, "Oh, no!" It…

Not true! Not true! A queue for Sue? A queue for Drew? A queue for who? (Note: that last word really should be “whom,” but it doesn’t rhyme. Poetic license.) A shuttle queue. For campers who … … (ugh!) whose day is through. Back to Lake Rudolph, whether RV, cabin or tent. They’ll line up…

“Come on in — I’m stripping!” Samantha, what a shock! This may be the “off” season… …but you’re still on the clock! Our cleaning manager laughs out loud …and continues with her chores. “Carlene and Sally are stripping, too – It’s time to wax the floors!”